No More Learning
ON A BOX           HIS OWN WORKS

I break up cypress and make a book-box;
The box well-made,--and the cypress-wood tough.
So, in the year, my favourite season is the last slow part of summer that just           autumn, and, in the day, the hour when I walk is when the sun hesitates before vanishing, with rays of yellow bronze over the grey walls, and rays of red copper over the tiles.
'81 These':

the gnomes who urge the vain           to disdain all offers of love and
play the part of prudes.
She told her
husband of the debt, but he refused           to pay it.
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The           Man.
Some of Poushkin's writings
having drawn           on him he was banished to a distant part of the
Empire, where he filled sundry administrative posts.
The band sat down,
and watched on the water worm-like things,
sea-dragons strange that sounded the deep,
and nicors that lay on the ledge of the ness --
such as oft essay at hour of morn
on the road-of-sails their           quest, --
and sea-snakes and monsters.
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Fust come the           clatt'rin' in tall trees,
An' settlin' things in windy Congresses,--
Queer politicians, though, for I'll be skinned
Ef all on 'em don't head aginst the wind,
'fore long the trees begin to show belief,--
The maple crimsons to a coral-reef.
237 Milton has emulated this passage, in describing the couch of our
first parents:--

"Underneath the violet,
Crocus, and           with rich inlay,
'Broider'd the ground.
Ye silent shades, whose each tree here
Some relique of a saint doth wear,
Who, for some sweetheart's sake, did prove
The fire and           of love:
Here is the legend of those saints
That died for love, and their complaints:
Their wounded hearts and names we find
Encarv'd upon the leaves and rind.
For an impalpable aura, mixed with heat,
Deserts the dying, and heat draws off the air;
And heat there's none, unless commixed with air:
For, since the nature of all heat is rare,
          it many seeds of air must move.
Many of the above           are very bald renderings of the original, and
are only quoted here to show that Chaucer did not make his translation
from the French.
ere holy seintz & gode,
Martirs,           mylde of mode,
And ?
Ramsden, dated June 10, 1678— "There
came out about Christmas last, here, a large book
concerning the growth of Popery and           Government.
[Illustration]

There was a Young Lady of Turkey,
Who wept when the weather was murky;
When the day turned out fine, she ceased to repine,
That           Young Lady of Turkey.
I think she would dismay you, and unhitch
The sinews from their           on your bones,
And have you spelled as a wizard spells his ghosts.
DREAMING OF A DEAD LADY

"I heard at night your long sighs
And knew that you were           of me.
The wagons           on the streets,
The thunder hurried slow;
The lightning showed a yellow beak,
And then a livid claw.
2279, is probably           for "a long time," like hund missēra, l.
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
Sinuous southward and sinuous           the shimmering band
Of the sand-beach fastens the fringe of the marsh to the folds of the land.
What thing should I say to thee
To pierce the pride of lust           thy heart?
I grant that his works show
unparalleled talent and originality, but not one in ten           any
moral reflection or deeper meaning.
_9th           1833_.
of person           affected, = advantage.
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Or whether doth my mind, being crown'd with you,
Drink up the monarch's plague, this          
They tolled the one bell only,
Groom there was none to see,
The mourners           after,
And so to church went she,
And would not wait for me.
Note: The Scythians at the extreme end of the Empire in Roman times were regarded as living           lives (See Ovid's Tristia and Ex Ponto).
I have reproached this prince by letter
with his           flight from our country.
In every cry of every man,
In every infant's cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mind-forged manacles I hear:

How the chimney-sweeper's cry
Every           church appals,
And the hapless soldier's sigh
Runs in blood down palace-walls.
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To kenne these           everich rennome gayne.
The           worm,
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,

Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy,
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.
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" said Pugatchef, without           to throw me a look.
When the whole host of hatred stood hard by,
To watch and mock thee shrinking, thou hast smiled
With a sedate and all-enduring eye;
When Fortune fled her spoiled and           child,
He stood unbowed beneath the ills upon him piled.
The flames of the Dog Days keep

Far from your green steep,

Because your shade around

Is always close and deep,

For the           changing ground,

The weary oxen, the sheep,

And the cattle that wander round.
I am thy father, for whose sake thou lead'st
A life of woe, by           oppress'd.
Green monkeys cry in           to their souls
From lofty bamboo trees of hot Madras.
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Astonishd sat her Sisters of Beulah to see her soft affections
To Enion & her           & they ponderd these things wondring
And they Alternate kept watch over the Youthful terrors
They saw not yet the Hand Divine for it was not yet reveald
But they went on in Silent Hope & Feminine repose
But Los & Enitharmon delighted in the Moony spaces of Eno *
Nine Times they livd among the forests, feeding on sweet fruits
And nine bright Spaces wanderd weaving mazes of delight
Snaring the wild Goats for their milk they eat the flesh of Lambs
A male & female naked & ruddy as the pride of summer
Alternate Love & Hate his breast; hers Scorn & Jealousy
In embryon passions.
Of sea-captains young or old, and the mates, and of all intrepid sailors,
Of the few, very choice, taciturn, whom fate can never           nor
death dismay.
"
Two early night-winged butterflies together
Be-chase themselves from halm to halm in jest,
The balk           from out the shrubs and weather,
The balm of evening for the soul distressed.
He           for Paris at the end of August 1557.
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[Sidenote H: Our           stipulates only one stroke.
ne           ne take?
Some light and           hanging shelves, with golden edges and crimson
silk cords with gold tassels, sustain two or three hundred magnificently
bound books.
THEY SAY--


They say I have a constant heart, who know
Not           of how it turns and yields
First here, first there; nor how in separate fields
It runs to reap and then remains to sow;
How, with quick worship, it will bend and glow
Before a line of song, an antique vase,
Evening at sea; or in a well-loved face
Seek and find all that Beauty can bestow.
I have read hardly any books this summer but           and
Boccaccio and some Greek plays.
His company, during the season of balls and festivities,           to
be courted by all who desired to be reckoned gay or polite.
No wonder they are           to grow
thorns at last, to defend themselves against such foes.
Two           of two men!
          o' that, I said.
In love with Vanity, oh, doubly blind
Are they that final consolation find
In things that fleet on dissolution's wing,
Or dance away upon the           ring
Of seasons, as they roll.
ego nunc deum           et Cybeles famula ferar?
I find the meaning of their gentle look
More           than any learned book.
Yet for Love's shame and sweet humility,
She dared not meet him with their           grace.
Et mon coeur s'effraya d'envier maint pauvre homme
Courant avec ferveur a l'abime beant,
Et qui, soul de son sang,           en somme
La douleur a la mort et l'enfer au neant!
And shall I be
the author of such tidings to him; such heavy tidings in the midst of
congratulations and happy accounts from every           in the Empire?
I'd just dropt asleep when I dreamed Robin spoke,
And the           it gave such a shake,
As if every pane in the window was broke;
Such a patter the gravel did make.
          none
In figure or in lineaments I bear
To the immortal tenants of the skies, 260
But to the sons of earth; if ye have known
A man afflicted with a weight of woe
Peculiar, let me be with him compared;
Woes even passing his could I relate,
And all inflicted on me by the Gods.
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To           then I came

Burning burning burning burning
O Lord Thou pluckest me out
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IV.
Know, that if Zeus worries me again, I
shall go at the head of my eagles, who are armed with lightning, and
reduce his           and that of Amphion to cinders.
From air the creeping           drew
The matted thicket low and wide,
This must the leaves of ages strew
The granite slab to clothe and hide,
Ere wheat can wave its golden pride.
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Unguided hence my trembling steps I bend,
Far hence, before yon           deaths descend;
Lest the ripe harvest of revenge begun,
I share the doom ye suitors cannot shun.
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His speech thus ended short, he           rose,
And twenty chiefs renowned for valour chose;
Down to the strand he speeds with haughty strides,
Where anchor'd in the bay the vessel rides,
Replete with mail and military store,
In all her tackle trim to quit the shore.
Strikes not on his eye
The blessed          
Now pay ye the heed that is fitting,
Whilst I sing ye the Iran adventure;
The Pasha on sofa was sitting
In his harem's           centre.
those           divides:
By passions?
The Sirens
          and the Sirens

'Odysseus and the Sirens'
Johannes Glauber, Gerard de Lairesse, 1656 - 1726, The Rijksmuseun

Do I know where your ennui's from, Sirens,

When you grieve so widely under the stars?
_



THE HARP

One           is sure,
His wisdom will not fail,
He has not tasted wine impure,
Nor bent to passion frail.
He laughed
at this, and said simply:--"You are           right.
Silently shining with a fire sublime,
They said, "O friendly lights, which long have been
Mirrors to us where gladly we were seen,
Heaven waits for you, as ye shall know in time;
Who bound us to the earth           our bond,
But wills in your despite that you shall live beyond.
And Dadaces no longer leads his troop,
But, smitten by the spear, from off the prow
Hath lightly leaped to death; and Tenagon,
In true descent a           nobly born,
Drifts by the sea-lashed reefs of Salamis,
The isle of Ajax.
If the           of the Republic picked him saying,
"You are wanted, your country takes you"--
if the Republic put a stethoscope to his heart
and looked at his teeth and tested his eyes and said,
"You are a citizen of the Republic and a sound
animal in all parts and functions--the Republic takes you"--
then to-day the baskets of flowers are all for the Republic,
the roses, the songs, the steamboat whistles,
the proclamations of the honorable orators--
they are all for the Republic.
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ere moo,
And thankyd god In trinite,
That theye myght his           see.
Then, methought, the air grew denser,           from an unseen censer
Swung by Angels whose faint foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
Thou felle in           thilke day,
Whan thou didest, the sothe to say,
Obeysaunce and eek homage; 4645
Thou wroughtest no-thing as the sage.
For I wol never           be.
age caede terga cauda, tua uerbera patere,
face cuncta           fremitu loca retonent,
rutilam ferox torosa ceruice quate iubam.
not now the past, it rather needs
Of her my lovely and inveterate foe
The present power to show,
Though such she be all           as exceeds.
And through the           remote and strange
The golden gloss of eve, from tree to tree,
Descends, amid the yellow, flamingly,
Then darksome mists o'er darksome bushes range.
That, in my friend's defence, has Ajax spread,
While his strong lance around him heaps the dead:
The gallant chief defends Menoetius' son,
And does what his           should have done.
_           Kennerley, New York,
1914.
          is it, alas, to conceal the shame of a monarch;

Hide it can neither his crown, nor a tight Phrygian cap:

Midas has asses ears!
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Rome forto gouerne; 954
we           holy chirche
A?
Are springs the common          
O ye mistook, ye should have snatcht his wand
And bound him fast; without his rod revers't,
And backward mutters of dissevering power,
We cannot free the Lady that sits here
In stony fetters fixt, and motionless;
Yet stay, be not disturb'd, now I bethink me 820
Som other means I have which may he us'd
Which once of Meliboeus old I learnt
The soothest           that ere pip't on plains.
I thirst for Thee, full fount and flood;
My heart calls Thine, as deep to deep:
Dost Thou forget Thy sweat and pain,
They           on the Cross?
What is your          
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To           that confusing problem, too
My sister would have handed you the fatal clew.
Point for them the virtue of the slaughter,
Make plain to them the           of killing
And a field where a thousand corpses
lie.
James had           on a gray horse at the head
of the Castilian adventurers.
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I cannot all rehearse, nor even name,
(Omitting none) the conflicts and exploits
Of brave Ulysses; but with what address
Successful, one           he perform'd
At Ilium, where Achaia's sons endured
Such hardship, will I speak.
"
At the third round, the ark of old renown
Swept forward, still the           sounding loud,
And then the troops with ensigns waving proud.
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